Falls short of its early promise, but a worthwhile experience for picking at the scab of the more desolate side of life.
Compare Antisocial to projects with similar production constraints, and there is no parallel in terms of cinematic experience.
A movie which feels like the filmmakers knew what they wanted to achieve, but were unsure on how to go about it.
Accepted for what it is, an enjoyable experience which admirably avoided becoming Groundhog Day in another guise.
When the film achieves nuance it hints at its unrealised potential. Conversely, attempts at non-visual metaphor are clumsy.
As the epitome of seventies B-movie charm, it boasts the strong elements of enjoyable kitsch that one would hope for.